He was dressed in white brocade with hidden patterns, sitting in a chair with wheels, a large white cloak draped over him, seemingly very afraid of the cold.
His hair was tied with a bamboo hairpin, and he wore jade at his waist. Even while sitting, his slender and graceful figure was apparent.
His features were refined like a painting, naturally elegant, but his skin was excessively pale, giving off a broken and sickly fragile vibe.
He had a genteel and graceful demeanor, serene yet otherworldly, with an elegant feel reminiscent of ink wash painting.
Yet, he exuded an aura of aloofness, as if he was isolating everything outside himself.
When motionless, he seemed like a still ink painting.
However, he seemed quite unwell, occasionally coughing a few times.
After Housekeeper Yun pushed the Young City Lord inside, he smiled and said, "Young Master, this is Miss Su and her several beast husbands."
"Miss Su, this is our Young Master, also the Young City Lord."
